Your muse finds mine, staggering down a road at night, with torn, dirty clothes and nothing else. Send “How did you get here?” to pick them up.
Flug stumbled looking around, “I was….testing out a new escape ray.” He muttered looking around road. Where was he? He reached under his bag pulling his hand way to see blood slipping off the yellow rubber material. “I should probably go to a hospital.”
“Yeah, no duh,” Carlos said with a huff, but there wasn’t any actual bite to it. He took the other man’s arm and pulled it around his shoulder. “Try to hang on to me… I’ll get you somewhere safe. What’s your name?” Carlos wanted to make sure there wasn’t a concussion to worry about, so a simple question would help him gauge the other’s condition.
“Yes, I would appreciate both Carlos.” Flug sighed. “Talk about immature…”
“What, uh… what level of contamination are we talking here? Blue? Red? Or black?” Black being the most dangerous, of course – even more dangerous than Red, the scientifically most dangerous color.
Flug is cleaning his entire room. Throwing out everything, blankets, tolietries, soaps, his pillows, a new shower mat, the showerhead, and now he’s ripping up the carpet.
All of his furniture is in the hall.
“Uh… you doing okay, buddy? Did you spill something?”
“My room is a virus trap. Demencia sabotaged me with bodily fluids and a number of other disgusting things.”
“Oh – gross! What, uh… You know what, I don’t even want to know. Need some help? I have safety gear.”
Flug is cleaning his entire room. Throwing out everything, blankets, tolietries, soaps, his pillows, a new shower mat, the showerhead, and now he’s ripping up the carpet.
All of his furniture is in the hall.
“Uh… you doing okay, buddy? Did you spill something?”
“Im… not sure you understood me correctly. But seriously, unless you want to die a very very painful death, I suggest you stay away.” Flug sighed and turned to walk away. “There are others like him less dangerous.”
Carlos frowned. “I’ve faced death before. It’s all part of science and the pursuit of knowledge. I thought you might understand that too.” He watched Flug as he started off toward the mansion. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about what happened to your robot. I’m glad it wasn’t worse.”
“I can’t die. So I wouldn’t know. Besides,” Flug stopped and glanced back at Carlos, his goggles seeming to glow. “Only the best villains get the honor of working with him.” Then he left without another word.
Yeesh… like doctor like boss, it seemed. Maybe he thought Carlos was after his job? That would make sense… but of course Carlos wasn’t after it at all. He just had questions that he wanted answered.
He sighed and turned to head back to his car. Back to work, he supposed. He should probably rig up an EMP device as a precaution. Nothing damaging, just enough to shut down any robots that came after him again.
“Im… not sure you understood me correctly. But seriously, unless you want to die a very very painful death, I suggest you stay away.” Flug sighed and turned to walk away. “There are others like him less dangerous.”
Carlos frowned. “I’ve faced death before. It’s all part of science and the pursuit of knowledge. I thought you might understand that too.” He watched Flug as he started off toward the mansion. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about what happened to your robot. I’m glad it wasn’t worse.”
The Perfect Scientist 